At what age do kids learn to fake it?

O.K. so far today I managed to get the kids up, fed, dressed and given her supplements. I even got her on the school bus without having to spend too much time out in the wind. Since I put her on the bus I’ve done a load of laundry, vacuumed up most of the floor that wasn’t too big of a fight with toys and am almost done putting the Christmas tree up for her.
In my need for getting more done in a short amount of time I boiled my noodles while I was putting the tree together. I’m eating breakfast as I write this out in my word processor so that’s a simple copy and paste later today when I find the time to post it. If I’m not mistaken I get to go to the grocery store tomorrow in between appointments. First thing in the morning we have an appointment then in the afternoon we have therapy. It’s just going to get colder as the day goes on so I hope to grab a few groceries in between.
At the moment I would be watching “Flirting with forty” as I eat my breakfast and write this. Sadly enough in a few years I’ll be there and I’m closer than I like now. I have a birthday coming up in February. I don’t bother with wishes for Christmas or birthdays’ anymore; haven’t in years. I find them to be pointless as they never seem to come true unless you’re a bright eyed kid that still believes in the magic that’s supposed to be Christmas.
Personally I find Christmas to be a rather annoying holiday as the commercial feel increases. Well, I lost that thought because half way through my phone rang. It was Mrs. Heather, Theresa’s preschool teacher. She thought Theresa was constipated but she wasn’t sure. So I went to get my baby. I signed her out in the office and went toward her classroom.
On the way I saw Ms. Ward, the speech therapist for the school. Theresa had sat in her lap with her head on her shoulder not participating during therapy this morning. Theresa was also crying. No one at the school had ever seen her cry before and they were worried. Now I should mention that before I left to get her I wrote down the numbers to the clinic where her afternoon speech appointment was scheduled just in case we needed to go to the doctor. If she wasn’t feeling well she wouldn’t get anything done in therapy anyway and someone else that needed it could have her spot.
Well, Theresa got upset when she realized I was there to get her and tried to get me to go home in that frustrated toddler way she has. You know the tugging and shoving while telling you that she’ll see you later. Poor thing thought she was in trouble having to leave school a whole hour early. Finally convinced her that she wasn’t in trouble and got her coat on. She yelled “bye-bye, see you later” all the way down the hall.
We drove home in silence except for the radio and my assuring her once again she wasn’t in trouble. When we pulled in the driveway I gather up her book bag and threw my wallet in it before I got her out and wrapped my coat around her to keep the cold away. She was bright eyed. We got inside and the first thing she saw was the Christmas tree that I’d put up this morning after I put her on the school bus. She went so far into her own world that she didn’t hear me ask if she wanted to take her shoes off and take a bath.
Well, daddy took her shoes off and sent her to the bathroom where I was running her water and adding the Epsom salt to help with the constipation. The plot thickens; she pulled all her toys into the tub while I tried to bathe her and was happily playing as I washed her hair. I let her sit in the tub for a while to let the Epsom salt soak into her skin. When I got her out as I was drying her off she told me what clothes she needed and that she wanted to “eat pop tart” I told her we didn’t have any and asked if she wanted toast. I had also asked her if she wanted juice and she told me milk. OK I’m drying her hair and she runs off to find a toy.
She got her toast and juice which she ate fine. Well, after she got upset because the pair of training pants I put on her leaked in the floor. I put extra protection in them once I got her off the potty and changed. Since then she’s watched and episode of Caillou and is watching her second Scooby Doo. She’s smiling until you look directly at her. At the moment she’s laying on the couch bright eyed and looking a bit tired. I think she wants a nap.
I also think that my innocent looking baby just sucked me into an afternoon of cartoons. Exactly what age do they learn to fake sick again? She’s a smart little kid, it wouldn’t be surprising. We’re going to wait and see if she has to go to the doctor. We’ll give it a day and do everything they’ll ask about first then we’ll go to our morning appointment, squeeze in the doctor if need be, grab a few groceries and then take her to speech because two days in a row of missing it will make her mad.
OK I’m off to check on my not so sick, sick baby. I may just try to get some work done since we don’t have speech. First the dishes are calling me rather loudly.
O.K. so far today I managed to get the kids up, fed, dressed and given her supplements. I even got her on the school bus without having to spend too much time out in the wind. Since I put her on the bus I’ve done a load of laundry, vacuumed up most of the floor that wasn’t too big of a fight with toys and am almost done putting the Christmas tree up for her.
In my need for getting more done in a short amount of time I boiled my noodles while I was putting the tree together. I’m eating breakfast as I write this out in my word processor so that’s a simple copy and paste later today when I find the time to post it. If I’m not mistaken I get to go to the grocery store tomorrow in between appointments. First thing in the morning we have an appointment then in the afternoon we have therapy. It’s just going to get colder as the day goes on so I hope to grab a few groceries in between.
At the moment I would be watching “Flirting with forty” as I eat my breakfast and write this. Sadly enough in a few years I’ll be there and I’m closer than I like now. I have a birthday coming up in February. I don’t bother with wishes for Christmas or birthdays’ anymore; haven’t in years. I find them to be pointless as they never seem to come true unless you’re a bright eyed kid that still believes in the magic that’s supposed to be Christmas.
Personally I find Christmas to be a rather annoying holiday as the commercial feel increases. Well, I lost that thought because half way through my phone rang. It was Mrs. Heather, Theresa’s preschool teacher. She thought Theresa was constipated but she wasn’t sure. So I went to get my baby. I signed her out in the office and went toward her classroom.
On the way I saw Ms. Ward, the speech therapist for the school. Theresa had sat in her lap with her head on her shoulder not participating during therapy this morning. Theresa was also crying. No one at the school had ever seen her cry before and they were worried. Now I should mention that before I left to get her I wrote down the numbers to the clinic where her afternoon speech appointment was scheduled just in case we needed to go to the doctor. If she wasn’t feeling well she wouldn’t get anything done in therapy anyway and someone else that needed it could have her spot.
Well, Theresa got upset when she realized I was there to get her and tried to get me to go home in that frustrated toddler way she has. You know the tugging and shoving while telling you that she’ll see you later. Poor thing thought she was in trouble having to leave school a whole hour early. Finally convinced her that she wasn’t in trouble and got her coat on. She yelled “bye-bye, see you later” all the way down the hall.
We drove home in silence except for the radio and my assuring her once again she wasn’t in trouble. When we pulled in the driveway I gather up her book bag and threw my wallet in it before I got her out and wrapped my coat around her to keep the cold away. She was bright eyed. We got inside and the first thing she saw was the Christmas tree that I’d put up this morning after I put her on the school bus. She went so far into her own world that she didn’t hear me ask if she wanted to take her shoes off and take a bath.
Well, daddy took her shoes off and sent her to the bathroom where I was running her water and adding the Epsom salt to help with the constipation. The plot thickens; she pulled all her toys into the tub while I tried to bathe her and was happily playing as I washed her hair. I let her sit in the tub for a while to let the Epsom salt soak into her skin. When I got her out as I was drying her off she told me what clothes she needed and that she wanted to “eat pop tart” I told her we didn’t have any and asked if she wanted toast. I had also asked her if she wanted juice and she told me milk. OK I’m drying her hair and she runs off to find a toy.
She got her toast and juice which she ate fine. Well, after she got upset because the pair of training pants I put on her leaked in the floor. I put extra protection in them once I got her off the potty and changed. Since then she’s watched and episode of Caillou and is watching her second Scooby Doo. She’s smiling until you look directly at her. At the moment she’s laying on the couch bright eyed and looking a bit tired. I think she wants a nap.
I also think that my innocent looking baby just sucked me into an afternoon of cartoons. Exactly what age do they learn to fake sick again? She’s a smart little kid, it wouldn’t be surprising. We’re going to wait and see if she has to go to the doctor. We’ll give it a day and do everything they’ll ask about first then we’ll go to our morning appointment, squeeze in the doctor if need be, grab a few groceries and then take her to speech because two days in a row of missing it will make her mad.
OK I’m off to check on my not so sick, sick baby. I may just try to get some work done since we don’t have speech. First the dishes are calling me rather loudly.
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Held hostage by cartoons

Other than my morning trip to pick up a few groceries I was held hostage by cartoons the majority of the day thanks to my 3 soon to be 4 year old. We spent the first three years of her life in virtual silence except for the screams and tantrums that she developed so now when she asked for something it’s rather difficult to tell her no.

The result? I often spend my days with Scooby Doo, Caillou, Dora and Arthur. She’s learned how to give me the remote and make me push the button to bring up the “On Demand” menu. I just with there was some way to get that menu without having to pay for the rest of the channels that get neglected the majority of the time.

I have approximately $30 more than I thought I would for the upcoming holiday! I wasn’t expecting to make enough to request the payout for the 15th but I’ve gotten it in ad revenue. That’s good because I’ve manged one article since all the stress began. I managed to do a load of laundry and put another one in soak in addition to doing the dishes today. I also found all but one of the income proofs I need. I have a copy of my 2009 tax return, she asked for 2010 but unless she’s got a time machine I can’t get those to her before 2011 since they haven’t been filed yet. I found the last two check stubs for hubby and he picked up the letter detailing this pay stub so I can send it where his check stubs normally go. Now to find the address and phone number for the Crawford County D.A. so they can call and get them to fax what they need because I have no clue what in the world they’re talking about. I think it’s a letter but it’s not the letter they think they need as it doesn’t exist due to circumstances.

I managed to get some of the baby’s crumpled papers out of the floor. Unfortunately it’s still not clear enough to vacuum and my back hurts. On the other side of my day, I had yet another fight with hubby for pointing out that his father is a jackass’ ass. I’m sorry but I have a tendency to point out the obvious.

Well, insults and rants aren’t supposed to be the point here so I’m calling it a night.

I need a nap

While I would love to lay down and go to sleep for the night Theresa is acting as if she just had a pot of coffee. She’s a bit hyper still and it’s been a few hours since our afternoon therapy session. She’s also been wearing the crown she found in a box of toys donated to the clinic since her session. The therapist didn’t want to take it away from her so she asked if Theresa could just keep it. That was nice of her, she doesn’t like upsetting Theresa if she can avoid it.

Of course the child has been walking around like a princess long before she ever found the crown. I once had a trained therapist tell me that Theresa’s looks were going to get her way to far in life. Those big blue eyes are kind of hard to resist I must admit. The child didn’t talk for the first three years of her life so she’s a bit spoiled and used to getting what she wants without saying a word because of it.

Of course this afternoon she’s been a bit talkative. She’s been counting, pretending to read, doing the hokie pokie (however you spell that) and asking for Caillou. Once she asked for “Scooby Doo” today and I was glad for the break from Caillou even though I’ve seen all those episodes a few hundred times. Today was a school day so her cartoons were limited to one before school, one after school and a couple after therapy. She wanted to run around the clinic today but she actually said “Spectrum” when we pulled up today.

I waited what seemed like forever (3 years to be exact) for her to talk and now they’re days when I wonder if I shouldn’t have been more careful what I wished for. Her expressive speech is still massively delayed and she has trouble finding the words at times but she’ll 4 the 27th and she’s come so far I can hardly believe it.

Gotta Love the Kids Shows

OK so kids shows are great when you want them to learn something or just keep them occupied while you take care of daily task. That I’ll admit but there comes a point when they can get to be a bit annoying. How many times have you found yourself watching the same cartoon a hundred times over just because your child is being good? Too many to count unless like my friend Annie you have gotten rid of the television and found the more peaceful side of life.

http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=workinga-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B003BIFOKO&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifrI folded one load of laundry and washed two today. I hung one outside to dry and just brought it in a little while ago. I have yet to fold it and put it away, I still don’t feel well. The other load is in the back bedroom waiting to dry. I’ll have a load of Theresa’s cloth training pants to wash in the tomorrow night. I’ll actually have all of them in the wash at once so she’ll be in a pull-up for a little while. I plan to buy her some more plastic pants and cloth training pants as soon as I get enough Amazon gift cards. That way I can have enough to keep her in them most of the week, they help with getting her to sit on the potty and I don’t forget as much as when she’s in a disposable pull-up. The dirty ones soak in a five gallon bucket until I dump them into the washing machine and spin out the water. What? I rinse them before I soak them, then I spin them out and let them soak in the washing machine before washing them in hot water.

Thursday is thanksgiving so she may or may not be in Marianna. Her grandparents were taking her father out to eat but now they’re going to spend the holiday with family. Someone else is cooking so they’re going out there. That’s a bit of a long way and will leave me without a way to go since I have no brakes on my truck and hubby wants to leave when he gets ready. Although I’m a bit confused since he plans to leave his car at his father’s house. I took a drive down there with them once, I’ll never do it again. I can not stomach listening to instrumentals for so many miles again.

http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=workinga-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B000GCOLQ6&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifrWell, today was rather uneventful except for learning that I didn’t put a high enough soap concentration in my laundry soap when I made it. I used one bar instead of two, that would explain why I’ve had to use two to three cups to get the wash clean. Well, it’s time to work now so I’ll call it a day.